I have live all over the US, visited Canada and Mexcio breifly. My husband and I have 6 beautiful kids together. We are down to the last one at home, so it is quite and I can write. I have been writing on and off for several years. Some times I write happy and sometimes sad. I write in a sing song style and never know what I will be inspired to write. I generally am sunny natured, but I do write ... more »
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Teresa Dearing Poems
You did not come with nine months wait, I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,
Hot pavement burns the feet, Cool green grass what a treat. Sand stuck between the toes,
Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills, Wake not the spirits of dark chills. As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields, Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
When The Wind Blows Free
When the wind blows free, that's where I’ll be, No longer bound to a body unsound. I’ve risen above the pain and sorrow, Living forever, now, and tomorrow.
Money And Happiness
I had a friend who had alot, And very happy she was not. Then she lost it all one day, And now she morns her life away.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, Miles and miles, their mysteries keep. As the crystal streams and rivers flow, The floors of lush green carpet grow.
Sonnets of penned passions, Sing of love's sweet song, Lingering memories of love, Golden days gone wrong.
January’s Sad Refrain
Gone, the last holiday, Another year passed away. Now our taxes we must pay, Cold and gray marks the day.
Thoughts On Love
Loves a fine sport, The game calls us steadily, Desire stampede's it's path, Calling out to all, mutually.
As I weep and wait for you, From the chill there is no escape, All night I walk the mist filled hills, And long for your warm embrace.
Birds a singin’ in de trees, Skiters buzzin’ in de breeze, Turtles sunnin’ on de logs, Pay no ‘tention to de dogs.
Love For All Seasons
Hot moist air, silky sand, Dancing waves of blue, The smell of the salty sea, All for my love so true.
Windows To The Soul
Eyes they're brown, blue, gray, or green, Can be happy, sad, mad, or mean. Eyes they sit above the nose,
Board the windows, bar the door, Water and dry goods we now store, Clouds roll in, dark as dusk, As we pray, in God we trust.
You did not come with nine months wait,
I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,
You, my daughter came, mid your teen-age years,
And I loved you in spite of all my fears.
A short while mine, to dress, to spoil, to love,
Far too soon you flew, like a sweet, soft dove.
Now content to listen to all your hopes and fears,
Forever you are my girl in spite of all your years.
If I could have picked a daughter, she would have been you,
No mother could love a daughter, any more than I love you,